Saturday, May 16, 2015

The house of sure things

I built it around myself.
High walls,
heaped imperfections,
bruised knees

and clay.
They tell me you can
count on nobody
these days.

There can't be
such thing as
trust in the invisible,
they say.

I care very little about many things.
I have to.
I inhabit a dream
with my own name.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Glittering dimness

I've been known for standing still 
in the crowd long enough to draw its sounds,
get lost. 

He's been known for going places,
talking to strangers, sunflowers, bridges
getting lost.

For some time we kept a trail of stars 
pinned to the sky like crumbs
pointing the way home.



Monday, April 6, 2015

Disguised

Don't be cast down
in a strong impression of fondness
toward another living human
you become aware of
based only on your
senses.

Or:

Don't fall in love
with
anyone
you just
see.


Written for A to Z Challenge using an OuLiPo technique called Definitional Lit